He hadn't heard from her at all the next day. Actually he kind of enjoyed it; the peace and quite. The fight with her had taken a lot out of him. He was under a lot of stress at work and frankly she hadn't been very supportive. At this point he didn't really care if he heard from her again. He meant every word he said and no matter how good her pussy was it wasn't worth the kind of shit she had been giving him. He wondered where did all of that come from anyway? He had always been faithful to her. She was, up until the day before, the girl of his dreams, beautiful, young, sexy, and seemingly very in love with him. Maybe it really wasn't him after all, maybe something else was eating at her. Whatever... , it was her problem and he couldn't help her if she was throwing his stuff at him and yelling all the time. He ordered a pizza and went to bed.
He didn't sleep well that night though. The bed felt different without her. He missed the way she would lay her head across his chest with her arm around him. The way she would wake him sometimes in the middle of the night, her hand stroking his cock while her lips and tongue would lazily dance around the head of his dick, her soft blond hair on his stomach. He never had been able to figure her out, the kinky sex and all. What made her like that stuff? What made her that way? The thought about the first time he tied her up in his living room that Sunday afternoon. Then he remembered, how it all started because of a fight. He remembered how excited it made him, the control he had, the way she reacted so obediently and how after it all was said and done they found themselves in love with each other. He wondered why it made him so excited and why he couldn't answer that question himself. Maybe he should just go with, give in to what they both really wanted and not hold back.
He felt like a fool. Why hadn't he realized it before. He wasn't paying her the kind of attention she really needed. Someone once told him that when a woman starts being bitchy that is was a cry for help. Well, he thought, she cried for help and he didn't hear it. He rolled over and tried to sleep but he just couldn't get it off of his mind. All he could think of the next day was how foolish he had been not to see it. Maybe he had been paying too much attention to work and not enough to Gail,...at least not the kind she really wanted. Besides, it would give him the chance to make a few fantasies of his own come true as well.
As soon as he walked through the door the next day after work the phone rang.
"Do you ever want to see me again?" she snapped hatefully.
No longer angry he smiled and said jokingly, "I don't know, if I do I might have to kill you in self defense."
Disarmed by the tone of his voice, her tone changed, it became almost childlike,"Well... do you want me to come home?"
"I do if you will behave and treat me like like someone you want to spend the rest of you life with. But, if you think you can do what you did the other day,... then no, you can just stay at home and be your parents little girl," he said seriously.
"I'll be there in a little bit," she replied enthusiastically. "It is about a four hour drive." Then she hung up, not waiting for a reply.
He ate some supper, took a bath and went to bed not really knowing what to expect.
Sometime later, he heard the door open. It was dark in the house. He decided to pretend he was asleep. The last thing he felt like was getting into a fight.
She walked softly into the bedroom. He had his back to her. He seemed to be asleep. She laid her purse down and went to the bathroom to shower. Undressing, she examined herself in the full length mirror. She lifted up her breasts, holding them out and wondered if they were large enough. Tugging her nipples she could feel her clit tingle. Her nipples had always seemed to be wired to her clit. She remembered how James would tug at them when they first started seeing each other, the way he would feel her up, how she could feel herself tingle down there and the way her pussy lips moistened as he would roll her nipples between his fingers fascinated at how they would become erect. She looked at her pussy. It needed shaving. She hadn't kept it shaved as regularly lately. She had wished that he would shave it the way he did the first time. She even wished he would have noticed that it needed shaving and punish her for it. She stepped in the shower and began to lather her body. She cleaned herself meticulously, shaving away all her body hair except for the fine blonde hair of her head. She was glad he no longer seemed mad. She couldn't bare the thought of him with another woman, but neither could she bear the thought of being without him. She was just glad he they were back together again.
Wordlessly, she slipped into the bed beside him and snuggled up next to him like one spoon next to another. He could feel her moist skin next to his, as her arm reached around and began to rub his chest. He pretended to be asleep.
Her hand made circles around his chest and then began to travel lower over his abdomen and down toward his cock. Shyly she traced the length of it with her finger tips. She could feel it respond as it stiffened and lengthened. She could feel the heat of it in her fingers as she slowly wrapped them around it squeezing it, stroking it, milking it, until she felt the slick precum run down the head and to her fingers.
"Are you awake?" she asked.
He nodded yes.
She began to kiss his neck, still stroking his cock, "Roll on you back" she whispered.
As he rolled over she pushed the covers away exposing his body, naked, the moonlight illuminating the room through the window. She admired his dick. The way it looked and the way he used it on her. God, she thought, I love this man's dick. With that she lowered herself to it and took it in her mouth the way he was accustomed to.
He was glad to have her back in his bed, her mouth on his cock. He could tell she liked to suck his dick. Other women would say they liked to, make a big deal out of it, like they were really putting themselves out, maybe even let you cum in their mouth, but then they would jump up and go spit it out. They would constantly ask you if you liked it, like what they really meant was, would you just hurry up and cum. Not Gail. She savored his dick, she made love to it, taking her time, she would just stare at it while she would stroke it occasionally licking the head, sucking it in to her mouth letting her tongue work on it while her hand would squeeze it trying her best to get his milky cum to shoot into her mouth. Just like she was doing now.
"Damn, I love the way you do that...oooooh damn," he said as she hungrily pumped and sucked his dick dry."Please stop, I can't take anymore."
She looked up at him "Feel better?" she asked sheepishly.
"Yes."
"Don't move." she said jumping out of bed and running into the bathroom. "I'll give you a massage."
She returned with some lotion and straddled his waist. She rubbed some lotion in her hands and began to rub it onto his chest.
"Did you really mean what you said?"
"I said a lot of things what are you talking about."
"You know, about me belonging to you."
"Yes, I meant it." he said.
"Then why did you let me go?" she asked, her voice sounded hurt.
"I thought you hated me?" he said.
"What difference doe it make, what I said? My feelings were hurt. But what really hurt was the way you let me walk out like that." her voice sounded upset. "You could have stopped me, you could have treated me like I really belonged to you."
